Ten miles to save my name Steel crosses cold as stone Looking like a gambler throwing coins away I'm feeling so displaced You're painting candy on my faith You're so convincing I am so ashamed Riverrun softly through the hands of people without toys Riverrun boldly through Vanity Fair Riverrun cold Riverrun slow Riverrun free with the wind in your hair Life from the turn of the stairs I've felt the mountain rain I've seen it nurse a thousand veins I've watched the rivulets of silent grace But now my memory strains To wash its hands in muddy streams As I sit fishing by a dying tree It's hard to know your place Look down and people call you brave Look up and people tell you what to say Don't throw my words away Don't even try to paraphrase Some words are spoken best from broken frames